Cordelia was a spirited woman 5 foot 4, energetic and passionate about fitness, sports, food, fashion and living the best life that she could in the UK. The best life meant there was a fair amount of sex, there had to be, it was one of the best things about being alive let alone in in the 20-20s when things seemed to be so much more fluid. In the inner city it seemed as if no one was really committing and settling down until early or late forties if they ever ultimately did. Despite the months of depressing weather which came through most of the year, she loved living in London where there was always a pub around the corner to do to, it was a place where you could find a place to drink or party almost every night and her vast collection of friends was a great resource to tap into when she was bored and alone in her flat. was at the moment it was actually summer and so she had a really nice little side hustle
She was the sort of woman that could probably outrun you if you were the average guy and then she could go home and cook a meal which would knock your socks off. She had actually done this with one of her exes, they had been challenging each other that they couldn't do a full 40 minute run without him gassing out. When the time had come he had pulled it off with a lot of struggle but he had kept up with her although she had her suspicions that he might have been holding back or at least very motivated by the way her nice round ass jiggled as she ran. when they finished the challenge he was rocking a semi and they had gone into her house to take care of that after a nice hot shower.
Cordelia couldn't help it, she wanted to stay young forever and exuded sensuality, always, it was even in the swing in her step when she was walking around, the easy laughter which came to her lips and the lurid jokes and puns that she liked to crack. like anyone else, she had a string of failed relationships but that was partly due to the fact that she didn't want to be a traditional woman.
She looked fantastic for her age with hair that she died a deep red, blue eyes which sparkled and contrasted with her permanently tanned skin all year around thanks to the salon where she went twice a week. She had to give credit for her youthful appearance the workout regime that she had implemented on herself, if she was going through this life, she wanted to do it maturing like fine wine rather than like a glass of milk.
The 43 year old was a good and loyal family friend to the Robinsons, born and bred in Essex, she didn't have a husband or kids and so she was free to go where she wanted and to help out with all sorts of things which her friends requested, one week she might be painting some backgrounds for a set, the next, helping clear out a boat which was being sold to a new owner. She had in the past even gone to a concert as one of the back-up dancers when her friend saw an opening due to another dancer going sick. She led that sort of varied and exciting life and made a habit of not turning down her friends.
Cordelia had come to visit the Robinsons before they left for Australia, she was there for just a couple of weeks in their house whilst they were away, house-sitting a mansion in an exclusive neighbourhood in Cambridge. She didn't understand why they went there for holiday, the place was full of all sorts of dangerous wild animals but then again the natural beauty she was seeing in the pictures that they were sending back was making her jealous.
The house was outside of London, which was another incentive for her to go, it was 1 hour away from her own by car and a welcome break from the hectic pace of the relentless city. Her VW Golf Sport made short work of the journey, glad to be able to stretch its mechanical legs, lately she really hadn't been using the car much, choosing instead to save money with the bus, train and Lime bikes which were ubiquitous.
Already she found things that she liked about this neighbourhood, things like the neighbour that lived across the street, a young strong man that liked to go for runs early in the morning and who she had bumped into several times whilst doing her morning run and even at the local gym.
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The Mature Privilege
RomanceA collection of smoking hot stories about mature women who are enjoying their lives with passion, vigour and zest. These are women that seize each and every day as if it is the last, full of character, energy and most importantly desires which burn...